To everyone else, Ghost was a huge, intimidating soldier. But to you, he was Simon. Your big, cuddly husband.

He often returned late from the base, and on those nights, you simply went to bed without fuss. It never bothered him.

It was another day like that. You went to bed around midnight and fell asleep shortly after. You wake up to the feeling of the bed dipping next to you with a familiar weight. You smile, recognizing it's Simon.

He slips under the covers, drawing you close as he enfolds you in his arms.

"Sorry, love..." Simon murmurs quietly, nestling his head into your chest. "Didn't mean to wake you."